The king and his political opponents are innocent!

King Rong blushed so much that he was about to bleed, he was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground, he gritted his teeth and said, "I...I'm fine."

Gu Qinghou looked at his slightly profiled face, it was as calm as before, but a faint smile flashed across it, "You support me."

King Rong didn't want to.

But the waist disagreed, and he persevered for a moment. Before he fell weakly to the ground, weeping in his heart, he leaned his body slightly towards him invisibly.

Shame.

Gu Qinghou's face was still indifferent, and the two of them stood together like ordinary people gossiping with their complicated loose clothes and big sleeves.

It was not easy for the two to separate, and after the sacrifice ceremony, King Rong recovered a bit, and Yanyan followed the crowd into the palace to have a banquet.

The music is noisy, and the clothes are fragrant and the shadows on the temples.

The banquet is naturally rich and full of delicacies and famous dishes.King Rong's appetite was lacking, he just wanted to drink some water or fruit wine to suppress his impetuous and disgusting empty stomach.

Sitting alone at the small table, he picked up a sauced duck with chopsticks, scraped off the red oily skin, and tasted the tender meat. The smell of the cold meat was reminiscent of the fishy smell from last night. He spat out the meat in his mouth, and handed the rest back to Lu Tong.

He sighed.

Uncle Gu Ertang on the opposite side of the table looked at him for a long time and frowned deeply.A short sneer, "It seems that the emperor's banquet is not in the eyes of His Highness."

King Rong was holding a piece of dim sum and was about to pass it back when he heard the words.Explained: "Of course not, I have a bad appetite today..."

The voices of the clansmen beside Uncle Gu Ertang overshadowed him, and said: "Your Highness has been pampered since childhood, and I think he is used to eating the best food in the world, but it takes a hundred days to cultivate a grain of rice, and three to two years to feed a bite of meat. It is always inappropriate to spend your hard earned money too extravagantly."

King Rong held up the dim sum, his face was flushed, neither eating nor handing it.

When he was in extreme embarrassment, someone suddenly caught the snack in his hand, King Rong suddenly turned around, it was Gu Qinghou.

Gu Qinghou looked indifferent, and said: "What's there, eat it if you want it, and give it to others if you don't want it, it's not a waste."

The Gu family on the opposite side was suddenly quiet.

Gu Qinghou looked at King Rong, lowered his voice, and asked softly: "Can I serve you some hot food? How about sweet bean curd?"

Although it was just a few ordinary words, King Rong blushed strangely, shook his head again and again, and whispered: "You don't need to take care of me."

Gu Qinghou looked at him, and whispered with a meaningful smile: "What if I don't deal with the aftermath of what I did?"

King Rong choked on his throat, his head and face were scalded by the hot blood, but his bones softened unconsciously.

Gu Qinghou called the palace servants who came to serve, and he personally gave orders before leaving to preside over the grand ceremony.

King Rong lowered his eyes, not daring to look across at Gu's family, not daring to look at the ministers behind him, he nestled in front of his small table like a quail, and when he served the sweets, he ate them shyly, his tongue was probably numb. No taste at all.

I felt my chest overflowing, but I couldn't tell what it was.

After the ceremony was completed and the banquet was given, the emperor's guard of honor got up and returned to Beijing the next day.

The return trip was only two days long, but King Rong had a lot of troubles.

First, at noon on the first day, he went to the post station for dinner. King Rong got off the car and met Gu Qinghou who also got off the car.Gu Qinghou told him that he wanted to chat with him about the information about him in Beijing and the people in the palace that night.

After hearing this, King Rong had to let him go.

The two occupied the private room and finished their meal leisurely and peacefully. King Rong didn't hear any important news, so he was sent out in a daze.

When the night came to the resting place, the local officials arranged a night banquet, music and dance, and Gu Qinghou sent someone to invite him again, using the same reason, King Rong still went.

The two of them occupied the wing room again this time, King Rong still didn't hear any news, but after drinking a good cup of tea, he and Gu Qinghou happily listened to a good night's song, and were sent back in a daze.

King Rong left him, and Fang thought that something was wrong, and he was almost there at any time, and he was powerless to fight back.

On the second day, the guard of honor was marching, and outside were no longer novel landscapes and trees, but unchanging fields and crops, and the people in the carriages and horses were extremely bored.

King Rong let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard a servant running outside his carriage, whispering, "Uncle Gu invites you to his carriage."

King Rong breathed out halfway, and swallowed it back. Through the curtain of the car, his face couldn't help turning red, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with him?"

The attendant said: "It seems that there is a letter from Beijing."

There was a hint of annoyance on Rong Wang's rosy cheeks, and he wanted to go, but his body and mind had long been cultivated to follow the instinct, and he was also worried that there was really information from Beijing.

He had no choice but to get off the car and glanced at the marching team. The line was long and the curtains of the cars were tightly covered. He felt a little relieved, walked a few steps quickly, and boarded Gu Qinghou's spacious and gorgeous carriage as if secretly.

The carriage was warm and comfortable, and there was a small table with cushions. Uncle Gu Guo was reading letters carefully—except for the one in his hand, there were still many unopened ones piled up on the small table.

King Rong felt awkward and couldn't laugh, so he sat next to the car and far away from the small table.

Gu Qinghou waited for a while, finally raised his head from the letter, looked at him, and said, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

King Rong lowered his eyes and said: "You can hear it even if you sit here—there is news from Beijing?"

He finally hid the scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes, and he insisted on not moving any closer.

Gu Qinghou's hands squeezed the paper in the dark, his face was calm, and he said: "Naturally." He put the paper in his hand by his side, "A letter from my confidant said that the officials of the Northeast fiefdom Together with Jing Zhaoyin and Liu Yushi, they will jointly sue you."

King Rong's eyebrows twitched, and he walked along the table to his side, picked up the letter, and knelt on the cushion to read it carefully.

He frowns and scans the words on the paper, his expression is serious and nervous, he is completely restrained by the letter - Gu Qinghou suppressed the annoyance and itching in his heart, and looked away.

King Rong watched halfway, and no matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't help scolding, "Nonsense! I haven't done a single thing they told me!"

Gu Qinghou said indifferently: "Everyone pushes the wall down, they are nothing more than red and white."

King Rong grabbed his hand and said anxiously: "Three people become tigers, let them spread rumors like this, is it worth it?"

Gu Qinghou's grasped hand stopped.Ask him lightly, "How are you doing?"

King Rong was stunned, "I..."

He didn't think of an answer for a while.Many of these fabrications are difficult for him to explain, such as Mr. Zhong.

Gu Qinghou grabbed his hand instead, and his voice was miraculously relieved and gentle, "I said earlier, I am responsible for these things, you just need to feel at ease."

Gu Qinghou turned around and got very close to him, with one hand following his, slipping into the thin clothes.

King Rong was extremely sensitive, his body trembling uncontrollably.But he still had a lot of thoughts, "That night in the palace, did the search find out whether it was a person or something?"

Gu Qinghou closed his eyes and kissed his chin, and said nonchalantly: "Maybe it's just a pheasant."

King Rong raised his jaw to make things easier for him, his clothes were messed up, and there was a mischievous hand inside.His body was soft and numb, like a piece of shortbread, which would fall apart when touched.At the same time, he dizzily remembered the old thoughts in his heart: this man has only loved men for several years, how did the two of them come to this point?

what is this?

He was half-undressed, and was half-embraced by Gu Qinghou and lay on the cushion, trying to break free from the drunken dizziness, with his hands on the shoulders of the person on his body, staring at him with disoriented eyes, "Why? You are not..."

Seeing his slightly frowning brows, Gu Qinghou was startled in his heart, immediately grabbed his lips, and blocked his words deeply in his mouth.

Don't say anything, don't break his dreams and illusions.

King Rong was restrained, and after a few slaps with his hand, it was as if his strength was pulled, and it fell on the beautiful and strong shoulders of the man on his body, as if stuck.

At the same time, a few feet away from the team, between the shadows of the trees and branches, a strange shadow flashed past, it seemed to be a human figure, it seemed to be a bird.

When they arrived in Beijing that day, the two of them didn't dare to be alone in the car for too long, they only lingered for a while, and then they returned to their respective places.

In the afternoon, the gates of the capital were fully opened, from the city street to the gate of the palace, all the way to welcome the driver, all the family members gathered outside the gate of the palace waiting for their masters.

After a series of ceremonies, everyone bid farewell outside the gate of the palace, and the canopy oil trucks gathered together, a splendid and splendid scene, full of bustle and bustle.

Gu Qinghou watched as King Rong got into the car and left in the crowd.

Li Zhong from his mansion managed to get in front of him, sweating anxiously, "Master, have you received the secret letter from Beijing?"

Gu Qinghou withdrew his gaze, sighed lightly, without looking at Li Zhong, got into the car leisurely, and said: "I see, you did a good job in this matter."

Li Zhong was suffocated, and watched Gu Qinghou's chariot start, he wiped his forehead and thought, maybe something went wrong.

He trotted along beside Gu Qinghou's chariot and horse, clinging to the curtain, and said: "This subordinate is incompetent. Just as the task assigned by the master was completed, he heard that when Dali Temple and Jing Zhaoyin handed over, they really let the prisoner escaped!"

The inside of the car body is so quiet, the wheels are still rolling forward.Suddenly, the car curtain was roughly pulled away from the inside, Gu Qinghou's hand holding the car curtain was throbbing with veins, he gritted his teeth and said, "What did you say!"

Li Zhong wished he could kneel down on the spot, nodded repeatedly and said, "Damn my subordinate, my subordinate has sent secret reports repeatedly, haven't you received it?"

Gu Qinghou suffocated, he turned his head, and the unopened letters on the road were still lying on his small table.

"Stop! No! Chase King Rong!"

But King Rong's chariots and horses left early and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, it was a lazy afternoon, the streets were quiet and there were few people walking, the Gu family's carriage and horses were whipped dozens of times in one breath, and they started to run wildly, neighing.

Li Zhongzao brought capable generals with him in case of accidents, and King Rong also deployed many people to secretly guard him.

only……

Li Zhong felt faintly uneasy. Zhong Yong was born in the Divine Archery Battalion, and he needed to know about bows and arrows. He was the most difficult to guard against... He also tightened the bow and arrow behind his back.

It was difficult for Gu Qinghou to sit comfortably in the car, he held the door tightly, looking at the fast moving street ahead, pedestrians, shops and pavilions on both sides.

He frowned deeply, wishing that one pair of eyes could be used for eight pairs of eyes.

He and Rong Wang's mansion are in two directions. When he turned back and chased after him, the two sides had already traveled a long way. He was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with Rong Wang's mansion, but...

His heart beat wildly.

On the day of returning to the capital, the horses and horses were the most chaotic, and when they were tired and lazy, if they were ambushing around at this moment, they would be the easiest to hit.

There was a burst of numbness in the back, and the slightly hot sweat dripped from the hair, and was blown through and cooled by the passing wind.

He ran all the way to the end, but he didn't catch up, the chariots and horses galloped to the gate of Rong Wang's mansion, and the chariots and horses of Rong Wang were parked in front of the gate!

He saw the car door move, and King Rong slowly got down with the help of the man!

He immediately raised his eyes and looked around, in front of the gate of Prince Rong's Mansion was a row of expensive shops and long buildings, not far away there was also a Drum Tower and a high platform, it was full of pavilions!

At this moment, as if with the help of a god, he suddenly raised his head!I saw a man in ragged clothes standing on the upper floor of the jewelry shop between King Rong and himself, with a cold light flashing in his hands——

Gu Qinghou snatched Li Zhong's bow and arrow, like a celestial being or a ghost, instantly shot the bow full, with a sound of "咻", the arrow pierced through the air——

"Pfft", the sound of the arrow piercing the flesh resounded softly in the quiet street.

A bow and arrow fell from the second floor to the street, and the servants outside Rongwang's mansion who were carrying the ceremony suddenly screamed - a person was half-hanging on the high railing, shook twice, and fell heavily.

It was at this moment that King Rong was turned back by the screams. He had walked safely into the gate of the mansion, turned around abruptly, and saw a dead body slammed to the ground outside the mansion gate, on the long street, with his legs twisted and his head twisted.

And beyond the dead body, Gu Qinghou stood up on the chariot with a bow and arrow in his hand.With a throw of his hands, he jumped out of the carriage, ran across the long street, past the dead body, rushed into his door, and embraced him in his arms!